Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair
and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
my locks
black
and tonight I have strange thoughts
about love
like ash
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen
when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
smelling of
patchouli oil
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth
after the lover’s cigarette
I slept
on newly-warmed
white wedding-bed-sheets
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs
tonight
it must be the waxing
moon
the red lip-stick’s
smiling reflection and my
black cut glossy hair
I have strange thoughts that are
soft shadows flickering
behind the grey eyes
gazing from the nakedness I wear.
Jacqui Thewless
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-thoughts-tonight/
